Tathagata Must Be Defeated

The years are in a hurry, and it’s the ninth year.

The development of Wanling State was very smooth. With the footsteps of merchants, Xi Niu He Zhou began to tell the story of Wan Lingguo, and the trade of spiritual goods gradually opened.

At this moment, Zhang Liang looked in a hurry to find Sun Wukong.

"Great king."

He said with a hand: "The Nanzhao Ministry of State has an accident."

"I received the message from Master."

Sun Wukong nodded and then sighed.

Nanbubuzhou, the person Wang Liuheng is seriously ill.

At that time, Sun Wukong gave him some tactics, let him drink the fairy tea, but the number of lives will be, and eventually there will be a fallen day.

"Unconsciously, it has been so long."

Sun Wu thought in the hollow.

"Great king..."

Zhang Liang hesitated for a moment, or said: "His Royal Highness Prince of the Han Dynasty, I hope you can see the past sentiment, in the past to save the King."

"I have my own ideas, let's go ahead!"

Sun Wukong waved and let Zhang Liang go down.

"The number of people is so good, it is hospice, you can't intervene."

The Bodhi ancestor who was teaching the Tao to Sun Wukong reminded him: "If the king does not die, the new king will not succeed. You will interfere with the political affairs and must violate the rules."

"I know."

Sun Wukong stood up: "But this trip has to go."

The Bodhi ancestors frowned slightly, and could not help but count.

"It turns out that it is past."

The Bodhi ancestors nodded. He figured out that Wang Shou was dead, but there was a generation of lords who were about to be born, which would affect the pattern of the next hundred years.

"I am going with you."

The Bodhi ancestors shook their sleeves and stood up.

"Great good."

Sun Wukong nodded: "I have to call one person to go."

He called the Emperor Donghua with a lenght mirror.

The Bodhi ancestors were a bit strange and didn't understand why they were called.

However, Sun Wukong has always thought about it. This must have its deep meaning. The ancestors will no longer ask questions. The three people will fly to Nanbubu.

About half a day, they came to Chang'an City.

It’s too late. If it’s a few decades ago, in addition to the palace downtown, most places in Chang’an City are sparsely lit and dark.

But now in Chang'an City, the sky is full of floating lights, and the light is soft and bright.

The markets that extend in all directions are as busy as the daytime, and pedestrians are woven.

The three looked at it at once, and Chang'an City was very bright and very similar to Wanling City.

It’s not just lanterns. Under the circumstance, there are so many kinds of spiritual objects used by the people in the city, which makes people feel sigh.

“It’s so prosperous here.”

The Bodhi ancestors praised: "The Liu Hengguo is really a generation of wise king."

"Ok."

Sun Wukong nodded.

Many plans in Chang'an City are emulating Huaguoshan.

It can also be seen that Liu Heng is highly respected for Huaguoshan.

The three men flew all the way to the palace, and there was a distance away. Sun Wukong landed on the ground.

"Don't hurry in."

He looked up at the palace.

Under the night, there are two dragons hovering above the palace.

It is the temper of the emperor that the mortal can't see. One of them is already drooping, and the edge is slowly broken and blurred.

The other is young and strong, ready to go.

"This is the alternating between old and new."

The Bodhi ancestor fell by Sun Wukong and said: "The king is already on the dying."

Sun Wukong nodded.

The state of the two dragons is too obvious, and any one of them can be seen clearly.

However, for the three people of Sun Wukong, they can still see more things.

They saw that above the two dragons, between the clouds, there was a vague new dragon being formed.

The Bodhi ancestors knew at a glance that this was the generation of his master.

"Three generations of inheritance can create a king of the world."

The ancestors sighed: "This person has not yet been born, he will occupy the cloud, and future achievements should not be underestimated."

"What are we going to do?"

Donghua Emperor asked Sun Wukong with his eyes.

"Since the princess of the female country can worship as a teacher."

Sun Wukong replied: "After the birth of the new dragon, as long as there is no power, we can educate and draw on him, and will not violate the weather, I am afraid..."

"I am afraid that it is not just us who find this."

Said the Bodhi ancestors.

"Go."

Sun Wukong took the two to the palace: "Go and see it."

"Stand up, who?"

The goalkeeper’s general stopped them.

"We are the Taoist priests of Yunyou, who were entrusted by the shackles and came to see the sire."

The Bodhi ancestor did not wait for Sun Wukong to speak, and took out a waist card and handed it over.

When the general took the waist card and looked at it, he immediately bowed respectfully: "It turned out to be the immortal teacher of healing. Please come inside!"

He arranged a guard and led the three to the palace.

"Master, where did you get the waist card?"

Sun Wukong asked the Bodhi ancestor.

"Your brother gave it."

The Bodhi ancestors replied.

Sun Wukong couldn't help thinking about how many brothers he had.

However, this is also good, saving the exposure of identity.

Inside the palace, the palace people are in a hurry and the atmosphere is a bit dignified.

After several dozens of inspections, the trio successfully came to the inner courtyard of the palace with the waist card of the prime minister.

"Where are the people who sent to Xi Niu Hezhou?"

Liu Qi questioned the general in the inner court.

"Prince, I have sent people to rush, they will be quick."

The general replied immediately.

This question is only answered dozens of times today.

It is too far away from Xi Niu Hezhou. When those people leave the country, it is difficult to have a message.

No one knows where they are now.

"The emperor and the great saint have not seen for many years... I also ask the Prince to prepare early."

He bowed his head and gave a gift, and once again advised.

"No matter how many years have not seen, no matter how far apart, as long as the Great Saint knows, he will come to save his father."

Liu Qi said.

Upon hearing these words, Sun Wukong couldn't help but tremble and his footsteps stopped.

"Wukong."

The Bodhi ancestors whispered a word.

"I know."

Sun Wukong re-stepped forward.

They came to Liu Qi and handed him a gift.

Liu Qi asked the origin of the three people and said: "You must keep the father's life, even if you extend the day."

"I am waiting for my best."

Sun Wukong and others nodded.

They walked into the hall of Liu Heng, the best doctor in Nanzhao, and they gathered in it at the moment.

The guards in the temple are layered, all of them are neatly dressed, with long swords and a chilling color.

Although the number of people is large, the dormitory is extremely quiet, and the palace people are quietly walking.

The three people of Sun Wukong walked into the dormitory and their eyes fell on the two Taoist priests.

"Who are they?"

Asked the founder.

"Too white gold stars, and..."

Sun Wukong’s words have not been finished yet. I saw that the East China Emperor reached out and waved, and settled the mortal in the palace, and took a foot to a Taoist.

"Donghua!"

The man endured anger: "Do you have a hatred with me?"

Donghua shook his head for a long time and he wanted to say hello.

"This is the Ziwei Emperor..."

Sun Wukong introduced to the founder.

"Great, you really come."

Taibai Jinxing said up.

Sun Wukong nodded: "Too white gold star, what are you doing here?"

"Why do you want to know why?"

Taibai Jinxing smiled and said: "Your Maternity expects that the Great Holy Spirit will come. This Nanzhaobuzhou is under the management of the Heavenly Palace, and please don't interfere."

They are to guard against Sun Wukong and prevent him from interfering with the affairs of the Nanzhao Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Sun Wukong frowned and was about to say something, then suddenly turned his head and looked out.

The rest of the people turned their heads.

A sly dragon rose from the sky outside, and the third dragon began to take shape.

When everyone saw this scene, they were shocked.

"The male master is born!"

In the next second, Ziwei Emperor flew a virtual shadow and flew in the air.

When Sun Wukong saw it, it was also the spirit of the gods, and stopped the Ziwei Emperor in the air.

"Great, what are you going to do?"

Asked by Sun Wukong.

"This son should go to Xianmen."

Said Ziwei the Great.

"If I don't want it?"

Asked by Sun Wukong.

"I am the Emperor Ziwei, who is in charge of the Emperor, you can't stop me."

The Ziwei Emperor sneered, and the long sleeves went up, and the new dragon was wrapped in a fairy light.

Sun Wukong looked up at Xianguang and glanced at it. He also reached out and shot a golden light, shooting at the dragon.

"Don't waste your efforts."

Said Ziwei the Great.

He is in charge of the emperor star, and the dragon is under the protection of his fairy light, and no one can touch it.

However, to his surprise, Sun Wukong's golden light brush broke through the fairy light and shot into the dragon body.

"you……"

Ziwei Emperor looked at Sun Wukong with surprise: "How can you influence it?"

"I am Tianzun."

Sun Wukong replied.

The Ziwei Emperor heard the words, and his heart suddenly sank.

This is troublesome, and Sun Wukong can also change the number of real dragons.